27. Amber Hart
The door opens again, perhaps an hour later. The lights flick on and Neela groans and stirs awake as Carissa comes through the door. "Oh- hi Amber!" She says cheerfully, before noticing the rather sumptuous feast for her eyes laid out before her, Neela arching her back like a cat as she wakes next to Amber's long legs. Her cheeks flame red, and Amber hears her heartbeat rapidly accelerate. "Y-you two look comfortable."
Amber mirrors Neela's stretch, arching her back and straightening her legs up into the air. "Very." She scoots over a few inches and pats the couch cushion revealed between her and Neela. "Join us?"
Neela gives herself a likely unnecessary shake, grinning at Amber before turning and rubbing sleep from her eyes. "Yeah, come on and sit right here." She adds, while Carissa sets down her books and bag very hurriedly, dropping her coat before sliding between the two. She looks like she might spontaneously combust, eyes flicking between Amber and Neela, trying and failing miserably to not stare at the latter's chest.
"How was studying?" Amber asks, taking a moment to strip off her hoodie, revealing the tank-top underneath, before wrapping an arm around Carissa's shoulders. Liam and what to do about him can wait.
"O-oh - it was, um... very... very productive." Carissa says, as Neela mimics Amber's gesture from the other side, pressing her breast against Carissa's arms. While Carissa busies herself trying to tear her gaze away from Amber's cleavage, Neela leans across Carissa halfway and purses her lips at Amber with a playful, inviting raise of the eyebrow.
Amber gives a smirking nod. She'd perhaps be a bit more hesitant if Carissa hadn't told her she fantasized about this, but, well, what's a vampire domme for, if not making fantasies into reality? "Very productive, good. I've had a productive day too. I think you've probably worked hard enough to earn a treat, then," she coos.
Carissa looks excited and nervous all at once. "That sounds - really great." Amber feels a slender hand caress her ass, Carissa managing a bit of boldness. "What kind of treat?"
"I'm not sure. Maybe you should ask Neela, see if she has any suggestions?" She removes her arm from around Carissa's shoulder in order to start working on her shirt, pulling it up over her head to reveal a simple black bra, as is her wont.
Carissa turns, biting her lower lip in excitement, and Neela presses a hand gently against her sweater-clad chest, pushing her back into the couch. "We can put on a little show for you." She says, grinning and looking at Amber. "Or on top of you, I suppose."
"I think a little show sounds nice," Amber agrees. "But you've been a bit tired, so maybe I'll put one on and you two can enjoy." And if she's dancing, then she can participate without need to spend any further blood in the presence of two mortals she's not willing to feed on - Carissa because it feels wrong, and Neela because she's already losing enough blood to Liam. She stands and steps away, turning to face the two on the couch. "So who's sitting on whose lap?" Amber asks, putting her hands on her hips.
Neela pulls Carissa onto her lap bodily. "C'mere." She laughs, hands sliding under Carissa's fuzzy sweater, caressing her stomach and sides. Carissa leans into the touch, groaning softly in pleasure, but with her eyes fixed on Amber.
Amber raises her hands up over her head and closing her eyes, hips gyrating slowly as she begins to dance. She usually prefers more structured dances, ballroom or at least in that vein, but she's perfectly willing to make do when necessary. She keeps her motions slow and sensual, eyes closed, slowly working on her bra, pulling she straps down her shoulders one at a time, then slipping an arm out every so often. Urged on by the inner voice still growling at Liam's presumption, the magnetism rolls off her skin, drawing all eyes in the room to her and refusing to let go. Show him how a real woman lures people. She feels the two pairs of eyes on her like they were brushing fingertips caressing her dead flesh. It's not a physical thing, not really, but the attention makes her... warm. Alive, in a way that only blood and sex has ever managed to induce. Blood for obvious reasons, but... the intimacy of it, these two gloriously alive women watching her, appreciating her, feeling close to her... perhaps it's close to the same. Never quite as good, but close.
Neela hand slides under Carissa's bra to tweak her nipple, fondling her chest with tender deliberateness. Siveri had told Amber once, that some vampires could pluck the thoughts from a person's mind, though he lacked a talent for it. And while Amber can't do anything so dramatic, she can read the naked lust, the desire to possess her, to be possessed by her, the burning need to please, in Neela's eyes. She's been drawn in by the waves of presence and power that Amber is projecting completely.
She finally finishes removing her bra and opens her eyes, finishing her little strip tease and falling into stillness, luxuriating in the rush of being so desired. She looks down at the two women with a lazy smile. "You," she points to Carissa, "are going to make her cum. And I am going to watch." She makes a little gesture with one finger, indicating Carissa to get up off the couch. "On your knees."
Carissa hurriedly follows her orders as Neela stands more lazily, still in only her tiny shorts. Carissa looks up at her with those puppy-dog eyes that drive Amber wild, before starting to slowly kiss Neela's thighs, moving gradually up with her fingers and lips. Neela closes her eyes for a moment and groans softly. "Gonna keep showing off for me while she gets to work?" She asks, some her playful tone eaten by heated desire as Carissa starts pulling down her shorts, revealing nothing but toned flesh underneath and a glistening wet pussy.
"What would you like to see?" Amber takes the vacated seat, spreading her arms wide across the back of the couch and kicking her bare feet up on the coffee table, same as she'd been doing before Carissa returned. She's all but naked at the moment, nothing remaining except the borrowed booty shorts.
Carissa finally, hesitantly, kisses Neela's pussy. She groans in long satisfaction, tongue starting to work slowly. From where she sits, Amber has an excellent view of Carissa's generous ass and the back of her mane of golden hair, then up Neela's toned stomach to her firm breasts. "Ahhh..." Neela sighs in pleasure. "Show me whatever it is that's been keeping Carissa up at night, touching herself." Carissa makes an embarrassed noise, but one of Neela's hands runs through her hair and Carissa relaxes back into her task, hands exploring Neela's ass.
"Already am." Amber laughs at that. "I just make her do all the things she wants but doesn't dare on her own. Go on, one hand for yourself," she tells Carissa, recrossing her legs and shimmying her butt as she works her shorts down. She leaves them halfway down her legs, revealing a shaved pubic mound but keeping her legs crossed. "Like you."
Carissa fumbles with her jeans, finally getting the button undone and unzipping them. Amber sees her ass start moving in slow, deliberate circles as her muffled moans join Neela's. For her part, Neela licks her lips slowly, watching Amber. Her hands rise slowly up from her hips, a sensual display for Amber as they travel to her breasts, squeezing and fondling them with equal deliberation. Her eyes never leave Amber. "You should hear her..." Neela says, voice low and hungry. "Sometimes it's too much and I have to join in."
"See? You two girls are perfect for each other," Amber comments. "Just needed a bit of a push." She blows a kiss to Neela, watching the show without joining in herself. Well, without joining in beyond crossing her arms and squeezing her tits together a bit, that is.
Seemingly emboldened by this, Carissa whimpers and buries her face harder between Neela's legs, licking desperately. At least half of this sudden fervor, Amber knows, is to impress her. As Carissa's ass starts moving faster as well, Neela bites her lip to muffle a cry, watching Amber's tits with an almost desperate need. Her hips shake under Carissa's attentions. "Fuck - oh fuck fuck," She gasps breathlessly, arching her back but never looking away from Amber.
"You can't cum yet," she announces, the lazy smile remaining in place as she dips a hand between her own legs. The sensations there are dull at best at the moment, but she can enjoy the desire it elicits and put on a show even if touching her sex is only a distant pleasure. She meets Neela's eyes steadily, watching the tension mount in her athletic body and enjoying the sight immensely. So perfect. "Now."
Just watching Amber touch herself seems to have been the final push. Neela bucks her hips wildly as she cums, gripping Carissa's hair tightly. "Fuck - f-fuck-" She cries, Carissa moaning in rapture against her and almost certainly just shaking her ass as a show for Amber now. And that sight alone, more than the dull sensations of her touch, sends a shooting spark of pleasure through Amber. They should make spectacles of themselves for her to watch. It feels right.
A bit of creeping guilt accompanies the thought. She can't stop being what she is, not even here. It's dull, though, like the sensations. She enjoys who and what she is - it's only because she can't stop, can't set that part of her aside even for a few hours, that it feels wrong. Amber sets the thought aside for later examination and returns her attention to the moment. "Good girls," she rises from the couch, letting her shorts fall to the ground. She puts one hand in Carissa's hair, pulling her gently to her feet and keeping her facing Neela, who gets a hand of her own a moment later. Firm grips, only slightly uncomfortable, she keeps them looking at each other, lips only a few inches apart.
Carissa licks her lips, one hand still forgotten down the front of her jeans, and manages to somehow look nervous at the idea of kissing Neela despite having just eaten her out. They look at each other and seem to come to some silent agreement. As their lips meet slowly, gently, both reach out and grab Amber, pulling her colder body close against them both, as if trying to share the kiss among all three of them at once.
Amber untwines her hands as they decide what to do, moving them to rest on each girl's rump. Cold hands are easy to excuse. She pecks each one on the cheek as they kiss, without being drawn in too deeply. Cold lips, much harder to lie about.
Neela shivers, her ass hot to the touch to Amber's cold hand, and Carissa starts moving her hips slowly again, touching herself as she kisses Neela harder, her other hand resting on Amber's.
"To bed," Amber announces, slapping both asses simultaneously. "Whose bed?"
Carissa jumps and gasps at the slap, her face reddening. Perhaps Amber has discovered something new. Neela just grins. "Hers. Mine is tiny. Barely enough room for this-" She gives Carissa's ass another playful smack, eliciting another gasp of shocked pleasure, "-much less all of us."
"Well, off we go then," Amber pushes the pair by their asses in that direction. She jumps in first, crawling under the blanket and pulling it up to her chin. "Geeze though. you all ever heard of the thermostat?" She wiggles and lifts the blanket, inviting the other two in with her, Carissa in the center again.
Carissa starts hurriedly stripping, her clothes tossed across the room carelessly. She slides under the covers, deliciously warm, followed by Neela, who wastes no time grabbing Carissa's tits from behind. "Mmm... nice and comfy." She grins at Amber over Carissa's shoulder. Carissa shivers as she presses against Amber. "Sorry you were so cold! We would have turned it up if you'd said something!"
"Hun, I'm always cold unless it's like, a million degrees out," Amber bites her shoulder for a moment, by way of introduction. A nice human bite, not a vampiric one. "Fingers," Amber encourages Neela to return the favor for Carissa, taking her place on a freed breast with her gently massaging palm. She crawls down deeper beneath the covers, absorbing as much heat as she can before switching her fingers for her lips and giving the nipple a good nibble.
Carissa tastes like sweat and sex and a sweet lotion. Amber's mouth waters as she hears blood pumping away under that pale, soft skin. It would be so easy to just bite down a little harder, to suck on Carissa's tits and feel warmth, real glorious red heat... Her thoughts are interrupted by Neela's fingers touching her hip softly before pressing into Carissa, the slick noise of her entry almost masked by Carissa's desperate moan. Under the covers, Amber can watch both bodies press together perfectly, a hungry intimacy that almost seems to taunt her.
Amber licks a gentle ring around the areola, giving the nipple a teasing little flick with her tongue before settling down for a proper suckle. She shifts to get at the other one a moment later, using the excused to burrow down further under the blankets towards the foot of the bed. One good use for perfect night vision - she needn't feel her way down Carissa's stomach, but can instead catch her completely off guard with a flick right on her clit, a sharp shock.
Carissa's thighs tremble at the sudden jolt, and her moans are suddenly cut off, muffled by a hungry kiss. Neela's fingers continue to work inside her, and the combined attention is quickly too much - Amber can feel the quakes in her muscles growing, the tension building. Inevitably, the dam breaks and Carissa shudders hard under Amber's tongue, her muffled moans turning to muffled cries.
Amber has finally burrowed deep enough under the covers that she can add her tongue to the mix - not too much, not with Carissa already cumming, but she licks up a few tastes of her favorite human anyway. You know, since she's already there. God Carissa is hot, such a rush of desire and innocence. She misses the taste of that blood, but she finds a special sort of joy in allowing their relationship to remain something separate and apart from they way she preys on everyone else around her. A flower to be admired and not plucked.